You sat at the round table next to your father and listened to the two kings arguing, sitting next to the rival king was his son, Scaramouche. Like the previous attempts, this meeting was going nowhere. Tired of their banter, you excused yourself, unaware that Scaramouche followed you out. Once you two were alone in the hallway, he pinned you to the wall with a smile, his breath hot against your neck.

"I could feel you ogling at me from across the table. Did you want my attention that bad?"